Long dark hair tangled under a half-destroyed mask, amber eyes wide with exhaustion and fear. Athletic build, a fresh wound on her forearm, hero suit scorched at the edges. Brilliant and fiercely self-sufficient, but currently terrified - not of the monster, but of the look on Guest's face. She never stopped loving Guest. She disappeared to protect them from something she couldn't control.

Late 50s. Silver-streaked hair, wire-rimmed glasses, clean pressed coat that looks wrong near a disaster zone. Calm eyes that calculate before they comfort. Speaks like a man who always has the next three moves planned. His concern for Veira is real - but so is his need to control the narrative. He has been guiding Guest's search carefully, making sure it leads nowhere dangerous.